Macphail.
[Producing Mrs. Gaylustre’s card from his stocking.] So I’m thinking I sha’n’t require this address.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Ah! [She slaps his face violently and runs out.]
Everybody.
Oh!
Macphail.
Mother!
[Lady Macphail embraces him. The music of the Strathspey is heard again.]
[Egidia enters.]